The gray Qi flow shot straight towards Ling Xi.

There were no hysterical shouts, no bloody pictures, half of Ling Xi's body dissipated under this gray stream.

"You're a lot like me before. ”

"I hate my old self!"

Ling Xi's figure in Daqing Mountain appeared in front of Mu Ning's eyes.

"It's not your old self that you hate, it's that you hate the past. ”

Mu Ning turned around, and at this moment, his mood was like a pool of clear water, without fluctuation, and even more without pollution.

Ling Xi died, and he didn't want to think about why his mother had let him hide his double body in the first place.

When a sapling does not grow into a towering tree, it is very fragile and breaks when it breaks.

Ling Xi is this sapling, even if it is an extremely cherished sapling, he is fragile until it grows into a towering tree.

His mother's status is low, she has no ability to protect it, she can only protect Ling Xi in her own humble way.

However, Ling Xi regarded her mother's protection of her as cowardice.

A son whose heart is higher than the sky and does not want to be mediocre, and a mother who has a low status and only hopes that her child can grow up safely are doomed to this tragedy!

There was no wind and no sound in the gray area, only the footsteps of Muning echoed in this area.

Mu Ning walked forward step by step, he was going to look for Qingluo.

The map of the valley devouring given by the northbound Mu Ning disappeared with Qingluo before he had time to look at it.

He still has a lot of things to do, Beixing doesn't know life and death in the Northern Underworld Sect, Liuying's tragic death in Turbulent City, and Ling Nan, Ling Nan was killed by his own brother.

This pile, this piece, is so unforgettable.

Mu Ning saw it, saw a vast area of white mist, and in that white mist, there were white streams swimming like fish.

Mu Ning walked in front of the white mist, and suddenly the white mist in front of him began to distort under Mu Ning's surprised gaze.

The white mist in front of him began to become transparent under the distortion, and Mu Ning could even see the white Qi streams in the white mist.

While seeing those white Qi streams, Mu Ning also saw himself.

The white mist in front of him was like a mirror, reflecting Mu Ning and the gray area behind Mu Ning.

Mu Ning stood in place, looking at himself in the white mist in a daze.

"Is this still me?"

A striking crane hair came into Mu Ning's pupils, and a seemingly handsome and twilight face appeared in Mu Ning's eyes lifelessly.

Mu Ning raised his hands, where are the hands of a sixteen-year-old boy, they are clearly the hands of an old man in a sixtieth year.

Mu Ning couldn't help but retreat, the sadness and horror in his eyes were self-evident.

"A year?"

"Will I survive until then?"

Mu Ning couldn't help but laugh at himself, although he broke through the obstruction of the Qi scar in his body, but at the same time, it also intensified the growth of the Qi scar in his body.

From Qingni Town to the Valley of Swallowing, the picture of this journey appeared in front of Mu Ning's eyes.

If it weren't for Ling Xi's rescue, would he have been able to get here?

If it weren't for the desperate protection of the northbound people, would he have been able to get here?

If it weren't for Liu Ying blocking Jiang Feng's blow for him, would he have been able to get here?

Muning clenched his fists.

"Why am I decadent?"

"What qualifies me to be decadent?"

The fear and sadness in his eyes turned into firmness at this moment.

The white mist in front of him seemed to attract Mu Ning.

The gray Qi flow around Mu Ning and the white mist in front of him were pulling each other together.

It's like a call, and it's like a demagoguery.

Mu Ning stepped forward and walked towards the white mist in front of him.

A strange scene happened, and at the moment when Mu Ning Fang took a step, a white mist suddenly enveloped Mu Ning's entire body.

Then forcibly pulled Muning into that white mist.

If this scene was seen by the dead Ling Xi, what kind of resentment would Ling Xi have.

The white mist that Ling Xi couldn't enter no matter what, but he pulled Mu Ning in on his own.

It's just this scene, Ling Xi can no longer see it.

Muning was in a hazy white area.

Ahead is an endless white mist, and above is a white sky with no dome in sight.

Countless white currents floated at Muning's feet, and these white currents swam like fish at Muning's feet.

"What the hell is this place?"

Mu Ning was puzzled in his heart, but no one could answer for Mu Ning.

In this place, there is only forward.

Mu Ning took a step and began to walk forward.

In this vast expanse of white, Mu Ning could only move forward by feeling.

The dense white Qi stream under their feet kept shuttling at Mu Ning's feet, they did not attack Mu Ning, and they did not have any fluctuations in the arrival of Mu Ning.

In this white zone, time is no longer important, there is no end to day and night.

Mu Ning didn't know how long he had been walking, he only knew that he had been walking.

In an unknown space, there is no sound, no living creatures in this space.

Here, there is only death and silence, just like a coffin being buried.

Muning walked through the dead white field, accompanied only by the sound of his breathing and footsteps.

It is only the company of these two voices that proves the existence of Muning.

There was still a white expanse in front of him, and Mu Ning couldn't see anything else except white.

If it weren't for the persistence and firmness in his heart, maybe Muning would have collapsed.

Walking in this boundless white area, there is no hope in sight except for white.

"Only forward, we will definitely go out. ”

Mu Ning comforted himself in his heart.

Time passed silently, and Muning didn't know how long he had walked in this boundless white area.

He was tired, not physically, but in his state of mind.

Moving forward, nothing else appeared, and Mu Ning's heart began to waver.

Don't blame Mu Ning, no one who is here will definitely perform better than Mu Ning.

Suddenly, a faint voice sounded in Mu Ning's ears.

The faint sound was more like the sound of breathing.

Mu Ning stopped walking, and he held his breath and looked ahead.

Ahead is still a never-ending white.

Mu Ning was sure, sure he had heard correctly, he was sure, he was sure he had just heard a faint breath.

Muning stood still, waiting for a second breath to sound.

Mu Ning heard the first breathing sound, but this breathing sound came too suddenly, and Mu Ning did not distinguish the direction of this sound.

He was now looking forward to the sound of a second breath, and as long as it sounded again, he would be able to follow it.

Mu Ning listened intently, but the sound of expectant breathing never sounded in his ears again.

Muning wavered, and he wavered about whether he had really misheard.

Just as Mu Ning questioned himself, a voice suddenly sounded in Mu Ning's ears again.

This time, Mu Ning heard it clearly, although this sound was not the sound of breathing, but the sound of the wind, but it undoubtedly brought hope to Mu Ning.

Where there is sound, there must be an outlet.

Whether it was the sound of breathing or the sound of the wind, it didn't matter to Mu Ning anymore, all Mu Ning cared about was the voice, the second voice besides himself.

The gentle sound of the wind did not stop this time, it continued to echo in Mu Ning's ears one after another.

A fiery, hopeful gaze erupted from Muning's heavy pupils.

Discerning the direction, Mu Ning ran desperately towards the location where the wind was coming from.

Mu Ning ran all the way, and the white Qi stream under his feet was unusual, and they began to follow Mu Ning's running footsteps and began to gather frantically towards Mu Ning.

Mu Ning stared closely ahead, not noticing the change in the white Qi flow under his feet.

The fish-like currents were already densely gathered at Mu Ning's feet as Mu Ning ran.

At this moment, they began to jump towards the soles of Muning's feet as if they were autonomous spirits.

They have jumped upwards in a way that leaps over the dragon gate, and they swarm upwards.

It's just that no matter how much they jump, they can't jump out of Muning's feet.

It was as if there was a wall of air between Muning's feet and them.

Every time they jumped, they were stopped by the invisible wall of qi at Muning's feet.

It was obviously in vain, obviously unable to jump out, but they tirelessly hit the invisible wall of qi under Mu Ning's feet.

The sound of the wind in his ears became more and more distinct, and although it was still white in front of him, Mu Ning could feel it, and he could feel that he was getting closer and closer to the gust of wind.

Mu Ning ran all the way in the white zone, and the gust of wind in his ears was all Mu Ning's hope at the moment.

He can't be stuck here, he still has a lot of things to do, these things, every single one of them is something he has to do.

It is precisely because of this that Muning has not been destroyed and worn out by this vast, silent white zone.

The endless white Qi currents under his feet, at this moment, finally began to be irritable, and they began to continuously hit the invisible qi wall under Mu Ning's feet like crazy.

It's just that no matter how much they hit, they couldn't shake the wall of white qi under Mu Ning's feet.

It's so close, but it's like the end of the world!

Mu Ning didn't know that at this moment, a thrilling "Fish Leaping Dragon Gate" was being staged under his feet.

In his eyes, all he had in his heart was the sound of the wind that came into his ears.

The white in front of him finally faded a lot, and Mu Ning's eyes were no longer only white.

He could see vaguely, and saw a long, long, wide, cyan object.

The cyan object was unusually glaring under a patch of white.

It seems to be incompatible with this white color, but it complements each other.

The cyan in his eyes was getting closer and closer, and Mu Ning could even see its outline.

The surging white Qi current beneath Mu Ning's feet suddenly stopped impacting.